dewey

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Recently found a collection of cringey poems I wrote as a teenager.
Here's one:

Are you horrified by life?
Recoiling at its after-taste.

The people and the signs in the streets
jitter randomly with soft menace
signifying nothing and offering no comforting truth.
Luridly lit faces in the doorway
and the bleary letters only read as confusion...
Encaged for the night in limbo.

Luridly flood-lit faces in the doorway
and the bleary sign-posted
letters only read as confusion...

You're encaged for the night in limbo.

Did you see his neck swell up:
The rope tinged blue to match
Your silent disillusionment.

You can't wail a cry anymore,
but still you can't suppress the voice,
under your sheets at night like a child...
To wail makes us weak,
so
Instead you rise up
and enmesh
others in the plight you know.

You set your sights on sin
Because the looming mallet returns
silently in your 'mares
to say hello
and knock you to the ground.

Why wait? Why trust -
it's too winding a street
- when you could destroy,
crash and crumble those in your periphery
those who seek love
until they too are acrid
bitter
alone.

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